A Weekly Journal; From July 19, 1856, to December, 1856; Being From No. 330 to No. 353, and Also Including the Extra Number and a Half for Christmas

by Charles Dickens

Volume 14

Excerpt

March llth. 0. Me! All the troubles I have We? Had in my lite one as nothing to the trouble I am in now. For three days I have not been able to write a single line in this journal, which I have kept so regularly em since 1 was it girl. For three am i have not once thugfht of Robert — I, who am always thinking him at other timn. M pour, dear, unhappy Mary, the worst I (on for you an that night when I sat up alone was the below the dreadful calamity that has really happened. How can I write about it, with my eyes full of wars and my hand all of a tremblel I don't even know why I am sitting down at my desk now, unless it is habit that keeps me to my old mryflay task, in spite of all the grief and fear which seems to unlit me entire for performing it.